Lucy, who had dragged herself from her attitude of mortal languor, sat with both hands grasping her chair, staring at the brother and sister.

Eleanor had eyes for none but Manisty.

Never had she seen him so adequate, so finely master of himself.
He conquered.

Alice dropped her head sullenly, and let herself be led away.
Then Eleanor turned to Lucy, and the girl, with a great sob, leant against her dress, and burst into uncontrollable tears.
'Has she been long here ?' said Eleanor, caressing the black hair.
'Very nearly an hour, I think.

It seemed interminable.